Prologue

Demyx shouldn't have gone out that night; he also shouldn't have had that second or third drink. But that pretty pink haired man said that one more drink would make a warm feeling he'd been longing for lately come. Demyx wasn't having the best couple of weeks and he needed something to help him forget, even for just a little bit. It was a mistake, he should have just stayed home sulking about the horrible past couple weeks he's had like he always did.

"Hey one more, one more! You can do one more, right?" the pink haired man had said as he handed him a different, bubblier looking drink. There was no way Demyx could have told what it was at the time, so he downed it. Worst mistake of his life. The heated rush of skin on skin was almost instantaneous. The disgusting sound of low growls and moans over him as the Pink haired man—no rapist was more like it—had him pressed against the wall for support as he took Demyx roughly.

Demyx was disgusted by himself, disgusted with the world, and afraid. Afraid of what other people might think if they ever found out. Would they use him the exact same way he had? He couldn't deal with even the thought of it.

Demyx sat in the alleyway behind the club he'd just been in, staring at his hands that hung limply off his knees. He didn't know what time it was, and didn't care really. His phone had died some time ago so calling his dad or friends to pick him up was out. Demyx didn't have any money so getting a cab was also not an option. The door next to him was pushed open and someone stood next to him letting the door slide closed. Demyx didn't bother to look up to see who exactly the person was; he really didn't care with the state he was in.

The person however wasn't just going to let him sit their in silence. "Hey kid you doing alright?" the smooth voice floated over him. Demyx shrunk away from the person; he didn't want to be touched anymore. "Guess that answers my question." The man huffed shifting to squat in front of Demyx now. "Hey kid, can you stand? I'll pay for you to take a cab home if you can move still." Demyx looked up now. The person deserved at least that much from him, even if he was in this state of hating everyone around him.

The man was gorgeous, brilliant green eyes contrasting his red hair that was about as tame as an inferno. A triangular black tattoo marked each cheek right under his eyes. He gave a weak smile to Demyx as a lolli-pop stick hung from his mouth "Hey," he started hesitantly reaching forward to clasp the blonds' hand in his own. "Can you stand?" he asked gently. Demyx gave a small nod and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. Just as the man promised, he hailed a cab for Demyx and paid the man with a fifty and told him to keep the change.